Reunion
by goldengreaser
Summary: In Florida Ponyboy comes accross the family he never knew he had.
1. Reunion

**I do not own **_**The Outsiders**_

**Ponyboy August 1988**

My palms were sweaty as I drove into the drive. I glanced at the paper on the dashboard. _2833 Farmville Drive, Jacksonville Florida_. I was at the right house.I turned off my rental car and sat inside for a moment. I could not believe I was doing this. I never dreamed that I would ever have the nerve too and wasn't sure if I did.

Taking in a deep breath I got out of the car and walked up to the front door. I shook slightly as I rang the doorbell. This was it, now there was no going back. A bit my lip and counted to ten in order to calm myself. By the time I was finished a woman was standing in the doorway.

She dawned a pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt. Her hair was natural blond, though it had started to gray; and her eyes were china blue. "Hello, can I help you?"

"Are you Sandra Brown?"

Her face scrunched in confusion. "Yes I am." She looked hard at me, long and hard.

"I don't know if you remember me or not but I'm Pon……."

"Ponyboy Curtis?" she asked interrupting and I nodded.

"Yeha. I didn't know if you would remember me."

Sandra, Sandy's, face broke out into a soft smile. "Of course I remember you. Come on inside. It's way too hot to be standing out here for very long"

I nodded. 'Thank you." And wiping my sweaty palms on my kakis, I followed her inside to the living room. She gestured toward an armchair and I sat down. She sat on a loveseat directly across from me.

The room was silent for a minute and I looked down at the floor. There were so many questions left unanswered, so much that I didn't know where to begin. I didn't have to, Sandy began for me. "It's good to see you Ponyboy."

"Yeha."

Sandy laughed. "You never were much for talking. I guess that hasn't changed." When I didn't answer her face grew kind of sad. "Pony why did you come here?"

Her blue eyes looked at me, full of unsaid questions. I shrugged feeling fourteen again, unsteady of thirty-six. "I guess," I struggled to find the words; "I guess I just had to talk to you. I mean I never got the whole story and…" I couldn't finish. Sandy gave a sympathetic smile. Her eyes were real sincere and I could see just why Sodapop had loved her so much. I winced. It hurt to think about him in the past tense.

It got silent again and again Sandy broke the silence. She ran her fingers through her long hair. "You don't have to finish Pony. I know about Soda."

"You do?" I asked quietly. She nodded and fingered her long shirt. Her eyes were kind of misty.

"A friend sent me a letter about it when she read it in the newspaper. I felt just awful. He was a good man."

But he wasn't a man he was a kid. I felt myself struggling not to cry. I didn't want to because I knew if I did that I wouldn't stop. So I simply nodded touching the dog tags I had worn for the past eighteen years. Soda's dog tags, given to me when I turned eighteen. I had rarely ever taken them off since.

"Those are his?" Sandy asked. I nodded. She took a deep breath. "I thought they might be. I just can't picture you in a war."

I knew she couldn't picture Soda there either but I didn't say that. I just nodded again. "I got an education deferment." I fingered the dog-tags again thinking of Sodapop and reminding myself why I was there in the first place. "Sandy……"

"Yes Pony?"

I licked my lips and popped my knuckles. "When you left Tulsa, were you…….."

"Pregnant? Yes I was." She got up and picked something up off the mantle and held it to her chest. "Soda and I were intimate but I got drunk one night while he was working late. It was so stupid of me. My parents were going to send me away. It was the worst possible time for Soda. I heard about Windrexville. But that wasn't it. He asked me to marry him…."

"I know that. He loved you. Even if the baby wasn't his he wouldn't care"

Sandy smiled softly. "I know that Ponyboy. That's why it was so hard to leave. Soda was always so charming, I loved him you know. We could have been happy but it would be a lie. He'd live never knowing if the baby was his or not. And you and Darry still needed him for the bills. I'd be a burden. Besides my folks wanted me to leave. I really had no choice. Girls back then never did"

"He wrote you and you never wrote back." I explained kind of angry at Sandy for her carelessness even if I understood why she had left.

"I never got the letters. Even if I did there was no way we could be together."

"And the baby?" I asked. Sandy smiled sadly and glanced at the picture.

"He was born two days after I turned eighteen. Eight pounds seven ounces."

"Whose was he?" I asked desperate for an answer.

"I was two months pregnant before I found out about it. I waited for seven months. And then I saw Shayne Curtis Brown born February 18th 1967. As soon as I saw those big brown eyes I knew. How could he not be? And then when he smiled at a month old I knew for sure."

Sandy motioned me to the sofa and I got up to sit beside her. She handed me the photograph and I glanced at it. My eyes widened. The hair was blonder, the face a little narrower but there was no deigning the resemblance. It was like seeing a ghost. I struggled to keep the tears from coming to my eyes as I looked at his smile, Soda's smile.

"You're an uncle Ponyboy."

I sniffled. My eyes went to the mantle of Sandy's unnecessary fireplace. There were so many pictures of Shayne. It was like seeing Soda in his various stages of life. I felt at least one tear finally escape. Sandy put her arm over my shoulder. I shrugged her away.

I was kind of mad then. Soda had a son he never got to know even a little bit. I never got to see my nephew grow up. I felt robbed then; it was like loosing my brother twice.

"I wanted to tell Soda so bad. But by the time I got up the courage it was too late. I knew you and Darry would be so devastated. I knew you'd be angry with me. I didn't want to put Shayne through that. I didn't want him to be pushed away."

I closed my eyes. "Does he even know about Soda at all?"

Sandy hugged herself. "I told him that times were hard back then. I told him his father died in the war and was the love of my life. He knows about Sodapop and he knows that he has two brothers. I asked him to not look for you. I was afraid you would end up hurting him. He'd already lost a father I couldn't let him lose anything more."

I understood. "Can I, I mean can I meet him sometime?" Sandy nodded.

"Yes. He should know you of all people." her eyes went misty and distant. "You had to be Sodapop's favorite person in the world. He talked about you all the time."

My mind went to that night in bed almost twenty-two years ago. "He loved you too. He told me he wanted to marry you. When you got out of school, of course." I whipped a stray tear from my eyes. It was hard even twenty years after the fact to think of Soda.

"If things were different I would have married him. But I wouldn't trade my son for anything, even his father."

"I can see where you come from." I pulled out my wallet and showed Sandy the picture of myself and my wife with our son.

"He looks just like you." Sandy said fondly.

"Two differences, though." I explained. "Pepsi has his mother's hair and his Uncle and Grandfather's eyes."

"He's cute. He and Shayne look so much alike. How old?"

"Two there, three now."

"He's adorable Ponyboy. And your wife is beautiful."

" It's just Shayne and me here. He goes to FSU, up the road. He'll be home in a little while. Would you like to stay and meet him?"

I nodded. "That would be great."

"I've told him a little bit about you. He reads your books you know."

"He does?" I was glad this was one aspect that he didn't take after Soda in.

"He loves to read. And when he figured out those books were written by his uncle, well, you can imagine."

I grinned with pride then and nodded.

We had been talking for awhile now about the old days. It was kind of nice to not be livid with her.

For a long time I had been so angry with Sandy. Sodapop had loved her, adored her and she had hurt him. He'd had a few girlfriends afterwards but nothing serious. Sandy had left a scar that never got a chance to heal before he went to Vietnam. My brother had died without ever knowing the truth.

I wasn't so angry anymore. I kind of understood. She was protecting her son and Sodapop. At least now I understood that.

"Sandy did you ever get married?"

Sandy shook her head. "I dated some but I never found the right guy. I mean once you've had Soda, well there isn't anything better out there, not for me. I had my chance and I blew it."

"I'm sorry."

"It's okay." She ran her hands threw her hair. "So how did you meet your wife? According to Shayne P.M. Curtis lives in England."

"I was real depressed after Soda died. You wouldn't even have recognized me. Well to cope I started writing more. Darry got a bunch of my short stories published when I was eighteen. After going to the community college for some time I got a letter. Some guy had read them and wanted to be my patron. He wanted me to go to Oxford. They wanted me too. My grades and athletics were pretty great by then. It was all I ever concentrated on. "

I took a deep breath, not used to talking so much. "So I went and there was Lizzie. She was able to get me talking and the rest his history. I worked for his magazine for a while but now of course I'm freelance. Lizzie and I have a son, Pepsi-Cola Ryan Curtis."

Sandy smiled. "Isn't it funny that your son has an original name?"

I nodded softly. "I almost named him Soda, my wife's idea if you can believe it. As soon as I saw those brown eyes I thought of him and dad. The thing is there could never be another Sodapop. He was one of a kind. So I gave him Soda's nick name and her father's middle name."

"That makes sense." Just then we heard a car pull up. I got kind of nervous because I knew this was going to be Shayne. I wasn't sure how I would handle seeing him in person. A door slammed and I heard footsteps.

**A.N.- Sorry it's been so long since I have updated. Between writers block, computer trouble and my novel I haven't been able to. In the future I will try to be more frequent. Please review. If you must be critical then do so. Every author needs feedback as it is what drives us to improve. Again please review be kind or flame either one would be appreciated. **

**And please check out Redemption. It is the favorite of my recent stories, Dallas at his best.**


	2. Talking Togather

**I do not own **_**The Outsiders**_

**Ponyboy August 1988 Continued**

The handle to the door turned and in walked Sodapop. Only it wasn't him. The face was narrower, older even. And the hair was blonder but it wasn't that noticeable. If you didn't look for long you never would be able to tell the difference. It was like Darry and my father.

"Hi mom, whose this?" His face scrunched up in confusion and my heart skipped a beat. Sometimes I would forget Soda's voice but this brought it back. Their voice and speech patterns were eerily similar. Again I struggled not to cry.

"Shay, this your Uncle Ponyboy. He came here to learn the truth about you."

Shayne's eyes lighted up then and a grin, Soda's grin, formed on his handsome face. A tear or two did escape then. I sucked in a deep breath. I still hate to cry in front of people.

Shayne set his bag down and walked over to us. I stood up and looked up at him. He was even about Soda's height if I remembered correctly. Shayne lost his smile and said soberly, "I've waited my whole life to meet you."

I didn't know what to say or how to say it so I just tried to smile at him and held out my hand. He shook it drawing me into a gigantic hug. I patted his back. This was my nephew, my long lost brother's son. I did cry then. It was like having Soda again but only for a moment.

"Shayne why don't you and Ponyboy take a walk, maybe get something to eat."

Shayne let go of the embrace. "Do you like pizza, there's a pizza joint not far from here. The pizza is amazing and great breadsticks."

"That would be great."

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Shayne and I sat in a red booth waiting on the pizza. We'd been quit on the five minute walk. Neither of us knew what to say to the other. Finally Shayne spoke. "Do I really look like my dad? Mom says I do but she doesn't have any pictures to prove it."

I smiled. "You could be his twin. I took out my wallet and pulled a picture from it. My brother's and I sat on the front porch steps, clad in fall gear. It was Soda's seventeenth birthday. "He's the one on the right."

Shayne grinned. "It's like looking at me when I was that age, amazing. Are you the one in the middle?"

I nodded. "You look a lot alike too." He said.

"He never was able to convince me of that." I said contemplatively.

Shayne sighed. "Was dad anything like mom says?"

"How so?" I wasn't sure if I'd be able to answer. It still hurt to talk about Soda in the past sense.

"She said he was charming and funny. She also said he was sweet and that he was reckless."

"That sounds like him." My eyes went misty and I tried to find the right words to continue. "He was always in some kind of drag race or dance contest. He loved cars and of course girls, mostly your mom. Every girl in Tulsa wanted him though. He worked in a gas station and they would flock to him."

"Pizza's here." A waitress sat down a large pepperoni pizza and two baskets of breadsticks. When she left I continued.

"Sodapop understood everybody. He was the peacemaker in our family, your Uncle Darry and I used to fight all the time. We get along better now but in those days it was Soda who kept us from killing each other. He hated the idea of us not getting along."

"How close were you? Mom says dad was crazy about you."

"I used to say I loved your father more then anybody in the world. He wasn't just a brother to me. He was my best friend. I had real bad nightmares after we lost our parents. He shared a bed with me so that I wouldn't have them. He dropped out of school to help with the bills so I could go on to college. He said it was because he was dumb but Soda, he wasn't." I tried not to cry as my voice cracked.

Shayne took a bite of pizza and wiped his mouth. "I wish I could have known him. He didn't even know about me though. I was mad at mom for awhile about that. But then again how would a toddler remember him anyways."

I sipped on my Pepsi, still an addict after all these years. "I understand where she was coming from. She didn't want either of you to be hurt or disappointed."

"I know that but, I mean, well its tough."

"I know. I lost my parents when I was just thirteen. I can't imagine never have knowing them. You missed out on a good thing and I'm sorry that you did. I'm also sorry that Soda never got to see you before he died. He'd have been nuts about you."

Shayne nibbled absently on a breadstick. "You think so?"

I tried to smile. "I know so. Sodapop loved Sandy and when he loved someone he gave them his all. I can't fathom him not loving his own son." The truth of my words hit me hard.

"I used to think about what it'd be like, when I was little. You know what it would be like to have him around. Dad didn't run off, he never had the chance too, but sometimes when I was little I used to think he did. I felt like maybe I wasn't good enough for him to stick around so he left."

I felt sad then, more so then all day because I felt similar when I lost my folks. "He didn't though. He wouldn't have ever abandoned you."

Shayne took a bite off of his breadstick and sighed. "I know that now. I'm not a little kid; it still hurts."

I ran my hand threw my hair. Somehow Soda's death affected me more then all the rest. Whether it was because I'd already lost so much or because he was Soda I didn't know. All I knew was it still hurt. It was just easier to deal with. "It does still hurt, a lot. You just got to keep going on living. He'd want you to be happy."

"I am happy. I've always had a good life with mom. It's just that something is always missing."

"I know the feeling. Believe me I know."

"I'm glad I got to meet you Uncle Pony."

I smiled then. It wasn't the first time somebody had called me that. Steve's daughter and Two-bit's gaggle always called me that. It was just nice for it to be true for once. "Me too."

Shayne licked his lips. "Tell me about the rest of the family. Mom said I have an Uncle Darry and that dad has some other friends that he was awful close to."

I grinned and took at my wallet. I plucked out a picture taken at Christmas. I handed it to him and pointed to Darry. "This is your Uncle Darry. He took care of Soda and me when your grandparents died. He and I are real close now. He isn't married but he seems pretty happy."

I pointed to Two-bit next. "This is Keith Matthews. He grew up with your dad and I. We all call him Two-bit because he can not shut up to save his life. God only knows how much I love the guy but he is so off the wall that it's crazy. He still acts like a teenager sometimes. He is married to a nice girl though. He sure has a lot of kids."

Shayne laughed. "How many?"

I thought a minute. Sometimes I forgot just how many. "two sets of twins and a singleton"

"Six?'

I laughed then. "I'm tellen the truth, honest. He is just hard wired that way.. He has, a set of girls, eight years old both, a five year old, and two two year old boys."

"He sounds like a mess."

"You don't know the half of it."

Again Shayne laughed and he pointed to Steve. "Who is this?" My face softened a bit. Steve and I had out rough patches but we were really close now. Even before Soda died we were getting better and well I guess after the fact he decided to keep an eye on me.

"Shayne this is Steve Randle. He was your dad's best friend in the whole world. They were nuts about each other. They met in about second grade and the rest is history. You rarely saw one without the other."

"Really?"

I nodded. I licked my lips and continued. "Steve never had that great of a home so Soda was his family. Steve was in the war too, same unit and everything as your dad. I thought that would make it easier but it didn't. I don't know if he saw Soda die or not and part of me doesn't want to." My eyes brimmed with tears.

"Are you okay?"

I shrugged and went on. "He came a back a mess, heavy into drugs. He drank a lot too. He was real depressed, so messed up. Steve is better now though. He's a drug councilor up in Tulsa. He even has a daughter a few months older then Pepsi. Glory but he loves her. Her mom was a slut who ran out on the both of them but he does all right for himself as a mechanic."

"Sounds like he has it the worst of all of them."

"He did but he's happier now then he ever was, even as a kid. And it will make him even happier to meet you."

"Do you think they'll all want to?"

I took a swig of my cola and a bit of my pizza. Then I nodded. "Shayne," I gulped down the slice, "you're family. There is no way any of us would want it any other way. There might be some trouble about your mom, with Steve especially because he holds grudges. But it will all be okay. I know these guys. They will love you. I do."

"You do."

I was much better at expressing my affection then I used to be. "Of course, you're my nephew and you are a great kid." I grimaced. "For the longest time all we ever did is lose the people we loved." I thought of, my parents, Johnny, Dally and of course of Sodapop. "Every time we actually add to our numbers we are all so happy."


	3. Fathers

**Happy Father's Day I do not own **_**The Outsiders**_

We walked by the park. There were a bunch of kids playing football with some grown men I assumed to be there dads. Shayne stopped to get a better look. I stepped beside him.

"Did your dad ever play football with you?" He asked solemnly. I looked at him. I closed my eyes.

_I caught the ball. "Got it." My brothers charged. Dad lifted me up under his arm started to run. We reached mom's rosebushes. Dad grinned and sat me down._

'_Touchdown!" He grinned widely at me and messed up my hair. 'We make a great time."_

I nodded. "Yeha, a lot."

Shayne sighed. "I used to wonder what it'd be like. You know just playing out in the yard with him. I'd see the other guys with their dads and they'd be laughing, having a good time. I'd join them sometimes but it never was the same."

We walked over to a park bench and sat down. "It was hard growing up ya know. Mom was great but… it wasn't the same. The guys they went hunting and fishing and camping with their dads. Mine wasn't there. I never had a father's day. We'd have father son picnics or field trips and he wasn't there."

I put a hand on his shoulder. "He'd have wanted to be there."

Shayne looked down at his feet. "Ma used to say the same thing to me. It never helped. People said all the sorries and they understands but nothing could bring him back. Nobody could ever give me those things, those times with him."

I knew just how he felt. "People would say the same thing after your grandparents died but it never helped. I used to compare your Uncle Darry to our dad. Dad was never as strict with me as Darry.

He was my father. I was a teenage boy I needed him. Now I can barely remember him. Then somebody will say something and it all comes back. I can see my dad so clearly. Then just like that its gone again. I miss him so much it hurts.

There is so much I never got to say to him. We never really even got to start to know each other. He never got to teach me so many things. He never talked to me about girls or driving or shaving. He never even got to see me graduate."

Shayne sighed. "I know the feeling. I remember once when I was in first grade we had a career week. All the kids were talking. 'My dad's a firefighter. "My daddy builds houses.' My father works at a bank.' You know what I said?"

I shook my head. Shayne looked at me tearfully. "I said, 'I never met my daddy but my daddy's an angel. He works in Heaven now.'"

I sighed. "That's tough."

Shayne nodded. "Some of the kids laughed at me and I ran out crying. I went home and mom tried but well."

"I understand. We had a father son game day the last day of middle school. I went on and tried to say I was too tough for stuff like that. Darry and Soda came and got me. They knew how I really felt. Deep down I was real miserable."

We stood up. "Thanks for listening Uncle Pony."

"Any time. You know your dad used to listen to all my problems. He was real good at that."

Shayne picked up a rock and through it. "I wish I could have known him but you know what?"

I looked at Shayne. "I've been listening to you and I'd feel empty either way. He died when I wasn't even two years old right."

I bit my lip. Soda's death had been as hard on me as my own father's. "Yeha."

"Well I would never really have known him. At least know I do. I don't have memories of him but you do and your sharing them. It helps."

He was right. I made a mental note to ask Darry some about dad. "Yeha kid it does." Shayne smiled and started walking on.

I ran to catch up. M"Shayne wait."

He turned around. 'What?"

"Want to round up a ball and throw it around." He smiled, so much like Soda.

"I'd like that. Maybe you can tell me about dad and gramps."

That sounded just fine.

**Sorry this is just kind of a free write chapter.**


	4. Sandy

**Disclaimer- I do not own **_**The Outsiders**_

Sandy held the little boy in her arms, rocking him. "Mommy I still don't fell good." She sighed and kissed his soft blond hair. She rubbed his back and rocked him some more.

"Shhh. It's okay sweetie. Mommy's here." The little boy sniffled and looked up at her with big brown, crying eyes. He frowned. Sandy felt her heart break. There was sadder then a sick child, her sick child. She kissed him again, holding him close.

"I'm sorry baby. I know you don't feel good. Why don't you try to sleep? How about I tell you a story? Would that help?"

Her son nodded his head. "Yes."

"What do you want a story about?"

He smiled slightly. "Daddy"

Sandy blanched. She gulped "_Daddy"_ He wanted to hear about his daddy. Her eyes glistened.

"Okay honey. I'll tell you about your daddy."

He curled himself into her. "Kay."

Sandy heaved a sigh. "Let's see…." Her mind went back. "He had the most beautiful big brown eyes you ever saw, just like yours. When he smiled the whole room would light up. He was…" Her son looked at her expectantly. Sandy took a deep breath. "He was the sweetest person I ever met. When your daddy loved someone he loved someone with all his heart. He had a big heart."

Little sniffles hit her son's nose and he coughed. She looked down at him and touched his arm forehead. He looked right back at her. '"Would he love me?"

Sandy's face crinkled into a sad smile. "Oh yes, very much. He would have adored you. He loved kids. I remember he had a little brother…."

"How little?"

"Just a few years younger…. Oh but Soda loved him. I mean he took him everywhere he went, and to hear Soda talk about him… you knew it was love."

He coughed. "Mommy, what would daddy do with me if he were alive." Sandy paused startled. Soda would never known about their son, their Shayne. She had told him the baby wasn't hers. Sometimes she wondered if she had, he still would have died. Still Shayne wanted to know….

"He would have come into your room every morning and tickle you until you laughed so hard you cried. Then he'd give you a piggy back ride into the kitchen."

"What would we… aaa achoo… What would we eat?"

Sandy laughed at this. If there was one thing she could remember about soda it was his interesting eating habits. "You would have grape jelly on your scrambled eggs and chocolate cake."

Shayne's eyes grew huge. "Really?" Sandy nodded and smiled warmly. "He loved sweet food."

Shayne smiled and yawned. "Would he sing me to sleep like you?"

Sandy closed her eyes. She remembered Soda holding in his arms. His light baritone voice singing in her ears soft and low, beautiful Elvis tunes. "Most definitely. Your daddy had a lovely voice."

"What did he sing?"

"Elvis."

Shayne sneezed and moaned. Sandy looked at him sadly. His eyes stared at hers, big brown eyes that still brought her to her knees. "Mommy, will you sing me a daddy song?"

Sandy held her breath. _A daddy song…._ She had trouble listening to Elvis these days, it reminded her of Sodapop Curtis too much. But it was what Shayne wanted. "Okay honey." Her warm a lot voice filled the room.

"Are you lonesome tonight? Do you miss me tonight? Are you sorry we drifted apart? Does your memory stray to that bright sunny day when you kissed me and called me sweatheart…"

Shayne yawned sleepily. It was working. "Mommy sing a happy song. I want to hear a happy one."

Sandy nodded, her eyes moist. "Love me tender, Love me sweet, Never let me go. You have made my life complete, and I love you so. Love me tender, Love me true, All my dreams fulfilled.  
For my darlin I love you, And I always will."

She looked down. Shayne was fast asleep. She felt of his warm forehead. He still had a slight fever but he didn't look miserable. A small smile curled at his lips. Sandy wondered if he was imagining his mother's stories coming to life.

Sandy looked up toward the ceiling. "He's beautiful Soda. Just like you." A heart can take a lot of aches and pains. It can be trashed and torn, stepped on and broken. But even a broken heart goes on beating. Sandra Brown loved Sodapop Curtis more than she ever loved any other man and she had hurt him more than any other woman could have hurt him. But he had given her the greatest gift any man could give a woman. Sodapop Curtis, the name still gave her chairs. And her son, their son was so very much like him.

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"Mom, are you okay?" Sandy shook her head bringing herself back into reality. She smiled at her now grown up son.

"I'm fine dear."

Shayne gave her a big lopsided grin. "Welcome on we're going to be late. Our plane leaves in just a couple of hours. I don't want to miss Thanksgiving."

"You're really looking forward to this then?"

"Yeha it will be great to see Uncle Pony." He gave a nervous laugh. "Hope the rest of them like me."

How could they not? He was Soda's son, the last physical evidence that a a dashing and charming young man by that name had ever roamed the earth. And he was her son. The sweetest, most charming boy she knew. She could not think of any reason his family or anyone else would not love her son.

She touched his cheek. "You know they will."

"I hope so."

"II know so."

That evening as they flew from Florida to Oklahoma Sandy could hear her son singing. "Love me tender, Love me sweet, Never let me go. You have made my life complete, and I love you so. Love me tender, Love me true, All my dreams fulfilled. For my darlin I love you, And I always will."

A smile curled arounder her lips. Like father. Like son.


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